To adapt a phrase from John Lennon, "So this is Easter, and what have you done?" Its a question just as fit for Easter as it is for Christmas. I've had forty days to prepare for today. This was my first Lent away from home and the Traditional Catholic life. No True Mass every Sunday with Father's voice droning on about this and that. No ( Read more... )

I hate this. It's 0302 and I can't sleep. I have class at 0850 and I've been lying in my bed for the past hour and a half tossing and turning. I can't get comfortable. I'm too hot, too cold, the covers are too heavy, the light from the patio is shining on my face...and only my face. I pulled the slats closed, but the slat covering that part of ( Read more... )

A friend of mine read some of my entries and asked me why I never write about anything happy. This is a valid question and I told her that I use the journal to vent or bleed myself into cyber space. But just as not all tears are of sorrow, not all venting is of frustration or anger. So I think I'll just make a list of things I'm happy about... ( Read more... )

I think by candle light ( Read more... )

Ever have one of those days where you could not possibly feel more anti-social? As if your aura says to all around you and to the farthest star "God help you if you try to talk to me, you wart-faced architect of revulsion?" I just got done eating dinner alone because i knew if i had eaten with any of my friends, i would have lost them all by ( Read more... )

Something I've noticed. Parents always say that they want you to grow up, be an adult and surpass them. At least mine have said that. My dad kept telling me that he wanted me to grow up to be a better man than he; which worked out nicely with my mum's advice of "Don't be like your father." :) However, why is it that when you grow up enough to ( Read more... )

Take this soul and make it safe ( Read more... )

"You have such piercing blue eyes." "I love your hair." "You understand me better than anyone." "How is it that you can read me so well." "You speak poetry." "It's not like your looking into my eyes, it's like your looking into ME." "You remind so much of my ex-faience/boy friend." ...That's what they say to me, my friends. I am soooooooo " ( Read more... )

A girl who was in love with me, i hurt, then she hurt me back, it was awkward, then it was sexy, then it was tense, then it was passionate, then it was confusing, all the while it was frustrating- is now really interested in another guy...and i'm not sure how i feel about that. I could not make her happy, not only because i could not give her what ( Read more... )

I miss my best friend. His name is "Chesty le Rou" and i have known him since i was three. He is my other half. It's odd, because one usually uses that term min reference to their life-mate. But not me. It's Chesty. It's not until recently i realize how much i lean/ed on him and not just that, but how much he leans/ed on me. We propped ( Read more... )